I’m relatively new here, and I feel as though I should explain my origins.
It all started back in ‘43. Fuhrer Adolf Cougar occupied Poland, and I was finally discovered in the public zoo. I was forced into the ghettos by the White Cougars, with nothing to eat but stale corn. Scrounging in the dumpsters, I was able to create my first bowl of Frosted Flakes (TM). Sometimes, I was forced to eat the corpses of my tigris comrades.
Then, it happened. The White Cougar officers executed hundreds, causing the ghetto to uprise. While preoccupied, I fled the scene, not looking back to my decaying family.
Escaping to Hungary, I was provided underground transport to Vichy France in exchange for some Frosted Flakes (TM). Reaching Nice, I sailed out of the Meditemilkian Sea on a cardboard boat. After many periods weeks at vitamin sea, I eventually landed on the shores of America. I used my cardboard boat to create the first cereal box, where I sold Frosted Flakes (TM) on the streets of South Virginia (it was a state before it was covered up by the government in the eighties).
After the war, I received donations from the people, and I was able to sell my cereal under Kellogg’s license. With my growing popularity, I opened a Twitter account, which attracted the attention of many furries. The cancerous comments drove me into alcoholism. Eventually, I couldn’t take it, and tried to commit suicide via maxrope. Maxrope. I almost died, but the rope snapped under my intense weight. My obesity drove me to this site, where I began to gymcel to Schwarzenegger levels of big buff.
That is the origin of me, Tony the Tiger. I hope this clears up any confusion.
It all started back in ‘43. Fuhrer Adolf Cougar occupied Poland, and I was finally discovered in the public zoo. I was forced into the ghettos by the White Cougars, with nothing to eat but stale corn. Scrounging in the dumpsters, I was able to create my first bowl of Frosted Flakes (TM). Sometimes, I was forced to eat the corpses of my tigris comrades.
Then, it happened. The White Cougar officers executed hundreds, causing the ghetto to uprise. While preoccupied, I fled the scene, not looking back to my decaying family.
Escaping to Hungary, I was provided underground transport to Vichy France in exchange for some Frosted Flakes (TM). Reaching Nice, I sailed out of the Meditemilkian Sea on a cardboard boat. After many periods weeks at vitamin sea, I eventually landed on the shores of America. I used my cardboard boat to create the first cereal box, where I sold Frosted Flakes (TM) on the streets of South Virginia (it was a state before it was covered up by the government in the eighties).
After the war, I received donations from the people, and I was able to sell my cereal under Kellogg’s license. With my growing popularity, I opened a Twitter account, which attracted the attention of many furries. The cancerous comments drove me into alcoholism. Eventually, I couldn’t take it, and tried to commit suicide via maxrope. Maxrope. I almost died, but the rope snapped under my intense weight. My obesity drove me to this site, where I began to gymcel to Schwarzenegger levels of big buff.
That is the origin of me, Tony the Tiger. I hope this clears up any confusion.
